As I wake up on Tuesday my bum feels surprisingly better, but still definitely bruised.
As I limp down the stairs I see my dad in his usual spot reading the newspaper as he usually does. He grins up from the newspaper and says with a smile,
"Good morning Ray."
I smile at him as I go to the fridge to get some orange juice. We don't speak much but I'm glad to have my dad home because it was starting to get lonely. As I say goodbye to my dad and head off for school I suddenly recall everything that happened yesterday. Especially between Mr. Olson and I.
As I walk through the school's front doors people point and laugh, but I try my best not to let it get to me. When I see Mikey I try to act as happy as I possibly can. When science swings around I am excited and dreading it at the same time. As I walk into the science room I quietly make my way to the back of the room hiding my face with my hair as I walk past Mr. Olson's desk. Durning the lesson the boy in front of me turns around and places a folded up piece of paper on my desk. I look at the back of his head confused and slowly open up the paper. Inside it reads:
Wanna suck my dick like the disgusting little whore you are?
My eyes start to well up with tears and I turn my gaze down from the chalkboard where Mr. Olson is teaching. The boy next to me passes me another note that says:
You should go kill yourself... But first give me a blowjob.
This is enough to just make me completely fall apart inside. Keeping my gaze down I shoot my hand up, desperately needing to leave the room. Mr. Olson notices my hand right away and says,
"Yes Ray?"
"May I go to the restroom?"
I ask shakily, still not looking up.
"Yeah, but make it quick."
He answers. I quickly get up and make my way to the front of the room feeling everyone's gaze upon me. When I get to the front of the room a boy jerks down the black skirt I'm wearing, causing it to fall down to my ankles. As everyone bursts into laughter I scramble to pull it back up hearing everyone say,
"Cutter!"
Or
"Why is her ass bruised?"
I feel everyone looking at me including Mr. Olson as I pull up my skirt and run for the door. I break into tears as I run down the hall. I burst into the bathroom and sit in a stall crying for the rest of the day.
When I realize that it's time to go home and that everyone's probably long gone, I slowly open the stall door and head for my locker. My phone buzzes and I take it out to look at it. Someone posted a video of the whole ordeal in science on my Facebook wall. I have relatives who will see that. Once again I become a puddle of tears and sink to the ground in front of my locker. I watch the video again and realize that not once did Mr. Olson take his eyes off of me. As my skirt drops to the floor I watch as he licks his lips. As I bend over to pull my skirt back up I watch as his face hardens and he swallows. As he's taking a seat right before I see his waist submerge underneath his desk I watch as one of his hands goes to his hard on. Mr. Olson got an erection just from watching my skirt get pulled down. Although I am satisfied with making such an attractive man get an erection, I am still disappointed that he didn't do anything to try and help. I set my phone down and lean my head back against one of the lockers. Do I mean nothing to anyone? As I close my eyes I hear someone's footsteps coming my way from down the hall. As I open my eyes I look up to see Mr. Olson standing before me. He offers me a hand up and asks,
"Are you alright princess?"
Princess? I get up refusing his hand. I get my bag from my locker and walk away from him. He grabs my wrist and swings me around pressing me up against the lockers. His face inches from mine.
"Is there a problem darling?"
He asks as he wipes a tear off my cheek looking at my mouth like it's food and he's starving. I nod my head closing my eyes realizing that I'm crying again for the millionth time today. As he brushes my hair out of my face he asks,
"Tell me what it is so I can make it better."
I shake my head no, not wanting to talk to him anymore. I open my eyes and he tilts my chin up demanding,
"Tell me."
I start off by asking nervously,
"D-d'you care about me?"
He bites his perfect lip and looks down at my mouth saying,
"Of course Ray. All I want to do is protect you and take care of you."
"W-why didn't you stop them?"
I shakily ask looking down. He sighs and says,
"Ray, since I've first laid eyes on you the first thing I've wanted was for you to be mine in every way possible. Seeing you so vulnerable like that makes me want to murder everyone who's made you feel like that, but at the same time I wish that it was me doing it to you."
I look into his eyes and swallow, knowing what's on his mind every time he sets his eyes upon me.
"I want to try something."
He whispers into my neck. I can feel his warm breath. He takes my small hand in his large warm one and leads me back into the classroom where he found me the day before. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it, leaning down so his perfect lips press into mine. My eyes flutter shut and instinctively my arms wrap around his neck, his hands on my waist. But it was over just as quickly. As we part I look down at the ground blushing and biting my lip.
"What is it?"
He asks. I shake my head, knowing that if I tell him I will be very embarrassed. He tilts my head up and stares me in the eyes and repeats,
"Tell me."
"That was my first kiss..."
I embarrassedly say as I look down. But he turns my gaze back up to his and quietly says,
"So innocent, I can't wait to take that away from you."
